Stuart Bedford Said Nothing as his wife came out of the plane and into his arms.
Suddenly Stuart recognized an old friend. "Stan! Stan Goldsmith—how are you? I knew you'd turn up somewhere but what are you doing here?"
"I'm on vacation," Stan replied, looking at Stuart's wife. "This must be your lovely wife."
"Oh yes, this is my wife Audra. She's just returned from Chicago."
"Chicago? I just came in from Chicago. We must have been on the same plane—though I can't see how I wouldn't have noticed you."
Stan winked as Audra gave a short smile. She recognized him as the man who'd asked for a second meal over Denver.
Stuart Bedford Said Nothing
Photograph, October, 2014; prose from 1985
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